Lady Devil - Chapter 198

198.

In that dream, Johannes, floating in the air, repeated Giovinetta’s last words. Like. A bug. Like, a bug…. It sounded almost like a curse spat out by the princess. He felt his face growing cold and pale. And blankly, he looked down at his feet. He saw Idris’s eyes, which had grown cold just like Johannes’s under the red shadows, as he sat reclined in an armchair with his lover sitting on his stomach. At the same time, he could feel Idris’s body as if it were his own.

A heat like a midsummer downpour.

Pouring, pouring.

The tips of Johannes’s feet, suspended in midair, pour out a hot energy that smells of blood. The emotions that fell like a torrential rain soaked Idris’s chest below, then filled his stomach to overflowing and rose up to his vocal cords, but just then. It was tightly closed at the root of his tongue. That sensation. It was now a familiar misery, like second nature to both men.

Idris’s Adam’s apple bobbed once. As he watched Idris swallow his wretched internal conflict, a maddening downpour rose up to the tips of Johannes’s hair as well. Rather, fulfill what your woman wished for.

Hit that woman.

Unable to bear his anger-filled eyelids, Johannes closed his eyes and then opened them wide. Ah. Giovinetta’s face comes into view straight ahead. And so he was Idris’s body again.

He bit down hard on the hot, damp inside of his mouth. Then he tried to raise his hand, or more precisely, Idris’s hand. While possessing this man’s body again, he intended to slap Giovinetta’s cheek as she had wanted. Even if he couldn’t move as he wished, his determination to strike her was relentless. He had no more reserves of noble and sincere mercy or patience left since the moment he placed his husband’s heart in Inette’s hands.

Yes. Johannes’s humanity and goodwill had already hit rock bottom. The confusion that had plagued him for nearly his entire life was erased as if shattered. And now his body craves the omnipotence and sense of liberation he secretly tasted in the night when the whole court was asleep. It howls as if in a fit. Hit the woman. Hit the woman…! Ah. There was no more hesitation. After all, isn’t his true form a four-legged beast with only one wing?

He is a devil.

He is a soulless body, evil by his very existence. He is the King of Corruption who came to defile his sister’s sacred realm as an instrument of curse. Surely such a vile beast should scratch the bare ground with its claw-filled hind legs and raise its deeply scarred horns high? The woman who is rammed with her whole body by the black flesh charging with a terrifying momentum will tumble down to the depths of the devil’s den and redden her sensitive cheeks. Those cruelly beautiful and heartless eyes will be stained with mud-like fear and disgusting excitement like tears. Inette. You should tremble and beg me. Forgive me.

Forgive me. Johannes. Crawling.

His sister crawls on her knees on the burning castle grounds. Johannes, still standing in midair, looked around in shock. Where is this, now…?

Suddenly raising his head, he sees a vast red night sky. Below it, the Gustavus castle fortress crumbled like ashes consumed by flames. He was dumbfounded by the intense heat of the sparks that occasionally flew onto his cheeks. Then, upon unexpectedly discovering his sister, his previously calm expression crumbled. A faint groan escaped between his parted lips. His tattered sister was already at his feet before he knew it.

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